When i was still a young and fair blade, they called me Mistress.
I roamed the earth looking for my Mr. Right, my prince with a grip of steel. Going from a collection to the collection, being resold for a higher and higher price by those false and greedy princes - every time hoping that this will be the one i seek for, my prince charming.
One day finally i met my prince charming, he had so much love and visions for our future together. But an evil demon threw a spell on my prince charming, abducted me and held me captive in the darkest corner of his workshop. He tortured me, burnt me and disfigured my once proud and beautiful blade on a cheap grinder, leaving me unrecognizable to the world. When my prince came around, he went after me, only to find me a mere shadow of my once proud and powerful personality. I was scratched and unskilfully mamed by insane attempts to make me a suitable bushcraft blade.
Years went by and my prince couldn't look at me anymore. After all that time of just thinking of returning me to my maker and my family, he finally decided to part with me, but instead sent me all the way across the kingdom to a lonely wizard. This wizard was spoken to have great powers and he would help me. When i reached the lonely wizard, he spent days throwing curses at the evil demons with grinders that roam the world and cast a spell to make me beautiful again. His powers of magic weren't powerful enough to restore me to my previous greatness, but his greatest power was love, because even despite my destroyed figure, he came to love me for what I am and wouldn't want to change me in any way. It was here where i became loved again and reunited with my family.
The End
Moral of the story 1: Morons shouldn't be allowed to handle knives
Moral of the story 2: Morons shouldn't be allowed to purchase grinders
Moral of the story 3: Drunken people shouldn't use grinders (Chuck Norris and Jerry Busse are exceptions to this rule)
Moral of the story 4: A good idea in my head usually doesn't look good when i type it on the forum... time to stop mixing my prescribed vallium and Jackie-D during business hours.
Moral of the story 5: I should stop taking pictures of polished knives while nude.
I roamed the earth looking for my Mr. Right, my prince with a grip of steel. Going from a collection to the collection, being resold for a higher and higher price by those false and greedy princes - every time hoping that this will be the one i seek for, my prince charming.
One day finally i met my prince charming, he had so much love and visions for our future together. But an evil demon threw a spell on my prince charming, abducted me and held me captive in the darkest corner of his workshop. He tortured me, burnt me and disfigured my once proud and beautiful blade on a cheap grinder, leaving me unrecognizable to the world. When my prince came around, he went after me, only to find me a mere shadow of my once proud and powerful personality. I was scratched and unskilfully mamed by insane attempts to make me a suitable bushcraft blade.
Years went by and my prince couldn't look at me anymore. After all that time of just thinking of returning me to my maker and my family, he finally decided to part with me, but instead sent me all the way across the kingdom to a lonely wizard. This wizard was spoken to have great powers and he would help me. When i reached the lonely wizard, he spent days throwing curses at the evil demons with grinders that roam the world and cast a spell to make me beautiful again. His powers of magic weren't powerful enough to restore me to my previous greatness, but his greatest power was love, because even despite my destroyed figure, he came to love me for what I am and wouldn't want to change me in any way. It was here where i became loved again and reunited with my family.
The End
Moral of the story 1: Morons shouldn't be allowed to handle knives
Moral of the story 2: Morons shouldn't be allowed to purchase grinders
Moral of the story 3: Drunken people shouldn't use grinders (Chuck Norris and Jerry Busse are exceptions to this rule)
Moral of the story 4: A good idea in my head usually doesn't look good when i type it on the forum... time to stop mixing my prescribed vallium and Jackie-D during business hours.
Moral of the story 5: I should stop taking pictures of polished knives while nude.
